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AmIt was the Cthird of JuneF..C.on that summer's dayFC
when I became Fa Cman at the hands Fof a Cgirl
almost Gtwice my age.
And she Ccame to meF..C..just like a morning sunF, C
and it wasn't Fso Cmuch her words Fas Csuch,
as the Gway they were sung, it was the way they were Csung.

Chorus

CDesiree, Oh, Desiree..
There I was found by the sweet passion sound
of your Gloving song.
Time was right, the night was long.
Remember, CDesiree, oh, Desiree.
Somehow I knew I could only have you til the Gmorning light.
If only for that single night, sweet Desiree, you Cmade it rightF. CAmThen came the fourth of JuneF..C.on that sleepless nightF. C
Well, I tossed and FI Cturned, while the thought of Fher Cburned
up and Gdown my mind.
For she was Cthere and goneF..C..without one regretF. C
But she Fcontinues Con, like the words of Fa Csong
I could Gnot forget..I could not Cforget.

Chorus

CDesiree, Oh, Desiree..
There I was found by the sweet passion sound
of your Gloving song.
Time was right, the night was long.
Remember, CDesiree, oh, Desiree.
Somehow I knew I could only have you til the Gmorning light.
If only for that single night, sweet Desiree, you Cmade it rightF. C
A seventies smash from Kraziekhat.